Page 32 of Wild Idol
“I take everything seriously. I just took it as far as it could go.”
“How far is that? Calling her up, making threats? Murder?”
She laughed. “If the bitch can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen.”
“You’re good about turning up the heat.”
“Damn right, I am.”
“Is that an admission?”
“That ain’t shit.”
“Care to tell me where you were the night in question?”
“I don’t have to tell you anything.”
“No. You don’t. But it’s gonna make me really suspicious if you start being evasive.”
Brianna exchanged a look with her two bodyguards. “When exactly did this occur?”
I told her the date and the approximate time.
“I was here in the studio. Ryan and Devin can vouch for me.”
I looked at the sound engineer, and he nodded. Devin, her producer, nodded as well. What else were they going to say?
I focused my gaze back on Brianna. “See how easy that was?”
She sneered at me.
“What about these two?” I asked, looking at her muscle.
“She was right here in this room,” the thick musclehead said, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.
Ryan nodded again.
“If you’re trying to figure out who wanted Sable dead, you need to talk to Eddie,” Brianna said.
“Who’s Eddie?”
“Eddie Valerio. He owns the Pearl Room.”
I shared a look with JD.
This was all coming back to the club.
“What’s his beef with Sable?” I asked.
“She owes him a fuck ton of money,” Brianna said.
“How much?”
“You’d have to ask him. But I heard it was half a ticket.”
A ticket was $1 million in street slang.
“But you didn’t hear that shit from me,” Brianna said, not wanting any part of the blowback.
